Part III
My Buddy and Me
Disclaimer: I don?t own Cowboy Bebop...however, I DO own Bicky?s fine ass ^_^
His lips were warm and surprisingly soft against my own. He didn?t press or tease, his mouth merely pulled slightly, the crease of his lips catching at my own in what had to be the most chaste kiss of my life.
Ed?s laughter broke through my frozen state and, panicking at the sudden onslaught of emotions tumbling about in my stomach and head, I jerked back, mouth and arm escaping his hold, fist clenched, cocked....
And pommeling toward his unsuspecting nose.
Suddenly, my hand came to a flying stop and I realized I had closed my eyes. Opening them I stared at my fist in the palm of his upheld hand.
I don?t know how the little bastard moved so quickly, but you can bet I wouldn?t miss twice.
He smirked.
?You call that a punch? Aunty-Faye, I?m surprised at you.?
His fingers curled over my knuckles and I quickly pulled my hand away.
?Who the hell are you, and stop calling me ?aunty??!?
His chest swelled as he took in a deep, ?I-have-all-day-so-don?t-bother-me? breath.
He doubled over with a loud, ?OOF!? as my uppercut knocked the air from his lungs.
?Didn?t see that one coming, didya?? I turned with a flip of my hair. ?Punk.?
?Ooooohhhh!? Ed ran circles around me and then bent to poke my annoyer in the cheek.
?Bicky?s out cold....? she half-sang.
I turned to eye her and the gasping ?Bicky? and rolled my eyes. Determined to find Jet and get away from here as fast as we could, I marched up the trail to the top of the dock and the road.
?Excuse me.?
I blinked at the man in a blue-uniform as he held up a pad of paper before him.
?Are you Miss Valentine??
I tilted my body in what Jet called my, ?woman-with-an-attitude? pose, and rested one hand on my hip. What was this? Piss-off Faye Day?
?Who wants to know??
The guy looked up, brown eyes intense and dark brows suddenly V?d over his nose.
?A Major Greg Dixon...that is, if you?re Faye Valentine.?
Dixon? Major Dixon...
?Sorry, wrong girl.? I smiled thinly and turned away.
?Faye-Faye! Where?re you goin???
I stopped and heaved a sigh, heard the guy in blue mutter, ?Faye??, and was suddenly whirled around by a tanned young man with flashing green eyes.
?Hold up, there, Aunty. We?re not through.?
I raised a brow.
?Begging for more, eh??
He stared at me a moment and then threw back his head, laughing loudly and long. I winced and tried to break his blood-stopping grip on my arm while Ein howled and Ed ran circles around all four of us.
I shot a pleading look to the man in blue.
?As a matter of fact, I AM Fay? urmph!?
The tanned young man had stopped laughing faster than I could pull a gun, and had his hand over my mouth, my body pinned up against him. He began walking us away from the man in blue as Ein and Ed followed.
?Sorry, officer, my sister here fell off the dock and we need to get her home so she can dry up.?
Or HE could dry up; dry up and die!
I struggled in his hold, keeping one ear on their conversation.
?Hn.? I heard the man in blue respond
?Hmph!!? I tried again for help, struggling in the little bastard?s, surprisingly strong grip.
?Shut-up.? He shook me once, hard, and then shoved me toward the parked car.
?Oooohhh.? I heard Ed say as she hopped up onto the roof of the car, looking back out to see, one tanned-hand shading her eyes.
?Get in.?
The door was opened and I was shoved in, started to scoot to the passenger side, and noticed that the steering wheel was on the wrong side of the damn car!
?Buckle up.?
I glanced up at my momentary ?captor? but his eyes were on the man in blue who was now speaking into a walkie-talkie, his eyes staring straight at us.
I didn?t bother to answer. While I didn?t want to follow his orders, I also didn?t want to
get caught up in some weird...law-thing.
I kept my eyes on the blue-man, pulling the buckle over slowly.
Ed and Ein hopped in through the back window, Ed pooling into the seat before popping
up by my ear to babble in it.
Dick-head got in beside me and nearly broke my hand as he reached over, that strong hand gripping mine and the seatbelt buckle within his paw before slamming my belt into the lock.
?Ouch!? I yelled at him, glaring.
He ignored me, pulling away from the curb and glancing in his rear-view mirror as if the devil himself were after us.
He turned to look over his shoulder and then back forward before flashing me a row of pearly-whites.
Yeah, okay, so they were nice...
?See, I get this call from my ex, who, by the way, is living with me at the moment, so I?m afraid it?s gonna be a little cramped.?
I stared at him. What was the guy babbling about...and....
?Keep your eyes on the road!? I screamed, jerking the wheel toward me to avoid hitting a stray dog.
He batted my hand away, ignoring me completely and I leaned forward to lean on my knees, one hand propping up my head against my forehead.
?And SHE says that SHE got a call from my grandma, who, by the way, was your best friend in highschool...?
I stiffened and then quickly turned to stare at him.
?So you thought you?d look me up..? I finished for him.
He smiled again before looking back ahead.
?Actually, no. Granny told Karen, my ex, to warn me not to get involved with you because you were an outlaw and had fallen in with...I believe the term was, ?bad-crowd?.?
He glanced at me and I know what he saw.
The profile of a very, VERY pissed woman, teeth clenches, jaw-muscles jumping, glaring-eyes twitching.
He chuckled.
?So then I call my old man to find out what?s going on and why I should run the other way if I bump into some woman named Faye Valentine, who my grandma knew but I?d never met.?
I turned farther from him, hoping to tune him out.
?And he says that you?re his sister.?
I whipped around to stare at his profile as he kept going.
?That?s right, kiddo.?
I ground my teeth with that one.
?Seems my dad was your parents? little surprise...and boy what a surprise. You were, what?? He glanced at me. ?Almost twenty when you were in that accident??
I stared out straight ahead and was thrown against the door as he made a wheel-screeching turn.
?Anyway,? he went on. ?Granny had her own daughter who married my dad, your brother, and they lived happily together, pumping out kids left and right until the day she died.?
I caught the underlying tone of sadness in his voice and felt my own conscious stir.
Quickly suppressing it, I folded my arms across my chest.
?So, what? You decided to have a family reunion or something??
He laughed.
?Are you kidding? Do you know what family reunions are like at home? With twelve kids, each having their own family or friends to invite as well as the in-laws...? He shook his head. ?Shooh...I?m lucky I made it out alive!?
?Excuse me,? I blinked at him. ?Did you just say...?shooh???
He flashed me the hundred-watt smile once more and I felt my skin goose-bump...
And told myself it was because I was still in very wet, very cold clothes...besides, if all this
panned out, the kid was my nephew! My NEPHEW!
I settled back against the seat.
?Then why?d you bother to come for me??
He looked at me, eyes sparkling.
?Do you know what kind of find you are to any geneticist!?
I felt my face still, every expression wiped clean before I began hitting him. Hard.
?What the HELL does THAT MEAN!!!??
?Ow! Hey, cut that out!?
?Hee hee hee!? Ed laughed behind us, suddenly reminding me of her presence and I pulled back to my side of the car.
?Pull over.?
?Geeze, lady! You?re ferocious!?
I caught his suggestive look in the waggling of his eye-brows and narrowed my eyes on him in the best ?Aunt? look I could muster.
?I said, PULL OVER.?
He shrugged and complied.
?That cop?s not going to spend too much time wondering if his instincts concerning you were right or no??
We both ducked as bullets flew through the back and out the front windshield.
?What are you doing?!!!? I screamed at my, er, nephew. ?Drive! Drive!?
Still low, he shifted gears, tires screeching as we pulled away from the curb and back onto the main road.
?Shit.?
?You got that right!? I glanced back, rising enough to see a very fast car quickly catching up to us.
?Wee!? Eds hands popped up from the seat and her face suddenly appeared, brown-gold
eyes staring at me in the space between my seat and the side of the car. ?Ed wants to drive.?
I ignored her and flopped over to stare at Bicky.
?Do you have a gun??
He caught my gaze, his eyes widening.
?You can?t shoot at the police!?
Ope. That answered that question. My eyes darted around the dash and I slammed my fingers into the catch of the glove compartment.
There, nestled in between a pair of boxers and clean socks...yeah...was a beautiful little pistol.
My lips curved deeply and upward, naturally of their own violation, and I picked the weapon up to weigh it in my hands. Another bullet flew over the top of my seat and I felt the wind from it in my hair. My head band suddenly fell down around my neck, completely cut through.
I felt my eye twitch.
That does it.
Quickly turning, I angled my body between the seats and pin-pointed my target.
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Gosh! How long has it been?! Sorry I kinda disappeared for a while there! Thanx to those who commented! It was very nice of you!
I'll try hard to put more out quickly! Thanx again!
Sabriel Aerran
